I know we are talking about ending here, but I never understand the love for the Shining. Having read the book, I’m in complete agreement with Stephen King that the movie is just nowhere near as good. In the book, Jack Nicholson’s character is written sympathetically - he’s a guy struggling to hold his family together and turns to the drink so he’s already in the slippery slope, which makes him susceptible to losing it, but in the movie he’s an ars3hole from the outset. Quite bemused as to why the critics have come to like it.